I just returned from my long summer, far away, when I saw a surprise text message. My dear friend had invited me to the friends-and-family preview night of the most hotly anticipated show in London for years - the amazing Kate Bush!
I love music and the evolution of pop culture and its history... Over the past couple of years I've also been involved in a new project, which has been great fun and is now being unleashed on anyone who might be interested. It's a free App called Rocking All Over The World.
Music venues are fighting off noise complaints, abatement notices and planning applications; 12 venues are already under threat, an avalanche will follow if we don't take action. We are genuinely facing a meltdown in the British live music circuit while the government sits on its hands reciting legal precedents from the 1800s.
I'd met Tim properly a few weeks earlier; his song writing and live shows had come highly recommended by peers Ruby Day and Sean McGowan. Knowing him as a part of this budding music community I set out to find out a bit more about the young performer.
Between them, Inman and Holman set about placing Gilles Peterson and his enduring quest for new Brazilian music at the centre of the narrative, with the veteran musicologist, for the first time, producing an album of music for which his passion is unrivalled.
Pet Shop Boys, Portishead and Beck are some of the big draws at this year's sold-out Electric Picnic but, as usual, there's also a strong showing from Irish acts.
It was then I realised why being double the average age in that venue was such a shock to the system. The disdain I felt was merely a thinly veiled disguise for my jealousy. I was just envious that I haven't got the energy to get that excited on a Wednesday night.
Music has always been my passion, my healer, and the methods I use to still my anxious mind dovetail well with classic music therapy techniques... Music lets us reach emotions that are difficult to reach verbally, become aware of hidden emotions and achieve a catharsis.
Flying back from Brazil last week through a long dark night of turbulence in the plaintive wake of Hurricane Bertha, one prevailing thought endured as I clutched the arm rest mercilessly - this bastard plane best not go down before I get to see Kate Bush in concert next week.
As a music video director, I'm accutely aware that there are currently no age ratings and that videos can be seen by almost anyone anywhere in the world. I have a lot of respect for directors like the Daniels who produce smart, funny videos that push boundaries but still cater for a general audience.
Usually nothing David Cameron says affects the music industry. This week he's shaken the whole UK scene up by announcing that from October, music videos will go through the same classification system as films and other video content, in an attempt to give parents more information to protect children from "graphic content".
The Scottish band The Libations have recorded and released a cover of Caledonia which has taken social media by storm and is backed with an impressive commitment to donate all proceeds of the single to Scottish foodbanks.
A debate was started in our office this week - does all music originate from Africa? Unashamedly I have tunes from Taylor Swift to Justin Timberlake on my playlists - but I was wondering is the reason I love Taylor's 'I Knew You Were Trouble' so much because it could easily pass for an RnB track that Rihanna could have sung?
I can't stop listening to FKA Twigs at the moment. Online, her minimal R&B is getting brilliant review after brilliant review... The musical borders she crosses, atmospheric, minimalist dance to 90s R&B, are perfect musical movements, which enhance the layered vocal and the perfect backing vocals of her arrangements really well.
It's about time we reconsidered what we mean by talent: how it is defined, who gets identified as talented, and how they are developed, recognised and rewarded. Is talent the product of 10,000 hours of devoted practice, or the reward of 10,000 followers?
GG Allin was the most controversial front man that ever lived. Anyone that tells you otherwise lies. GG Allin would self harm, defecate, urinate and fight his way through gigs. He died of a heroin overdose after performing at The Gas Station in Manhattan in 1993.